"Well! Do... do something. Just. Go sit back there." She threw me some Kleenex off her desk. "Just, handle it, you have a little while. But do it quickly."
"You... you want me to- In here??! In front of you?"
"I won't look! You just need to get rid of it and go. So sit back there and think it away, or... or do whatever you have to, just quickly."
I took a seat as far away as I could and tried not to look at her. I tried to think it away for a few minutes. I couldn't believe she would suggest pulling it out and beating off here, in the classroom! But the thought of just touching it. Just grabbing it- made it so enticing. I started rubbing the outside of my pants. I don't think I've ever been this hard. I looked up and saw Ms. Tiff's eyes. I was 19, she didn't appear to be much older than me, but looks can be deceiving. She looked down quickly. I turned to my side and smiled. I unzipped my pants, and had at it. I thought about Ms. Tiff's breast's, how they looked jiggling away in her blouse. Not to mention that ass. Being hard this long it didn't take long to reach the end of the rainbow. I grabbed some Kleenex and fired away. Then some more Kleenex. Then some more. I don't think I'd ever came this much. I looked back up and Ms. Tiff was sweating a little. I looked her over, she was jutting a little in her seat, biting her lip. Was she? She was! She was getting off too. I couldn't believe it! I kept watching her, her eyes were closed, she grunted a little here and there. This was amazing. I zipped up and looked for the trash can, the only one was right by her desk. I stood up and walked over to her, trying to get a better look. I dropped the Kleenex and nearly gave her a heart attack as my splooge hit the bag.
"Oh! Ohhhhh! Uhh." It took her a moment to pull her from herself. Her hand shot up to the desk, then I saw it was dripping wet.
"Oh, oh. Good. Oh thank God. You're done. That was so quick! Such is youth I suppose. I thought that... I thought..." she looked down at my jeans. "I thought that THAT would have gone away! Didn't you..." she peered into the trash can, then sniffed. "Oh! Yes, you did. You sure did. Then why? I... I guess. I wasn't. I wasn't. I guess you, you must have seen that I was." I looked at the floor, noticing my once again engorged penis.
"What was I supposed to do! You with this, this massive... your- erection! I... the natural thing was to become aroused myself. Somewhat! And now, again, you have..." she grimaced "this erection." She squirmed in her seat a little and bit her lip again. "I still can't let you leave like this. And you saw me. So... so what I suggest. Is you just do it again, if you must. Just sit and do it again." I was so unbelievably aroused. This teachers pussy was soaked to the thought of my dick, my dick! I twitched in my pants. I reached down and touched it without thinking. It was a little sore, but it felt amazing touching it again. I stopped suddenly, realizing I just touched myself in front of my teacher, again. I mean, she had watched me, and she was currently watching me. I looked at her. Her gaze was on my dick, she was leaned forward a little and her mouth was open. I spied down her shirt at those amazing breasts. Those beautiful breasts. I unbuttoned my jeans. She moaned very quietly. Her hand went to her pussy again. I pulled my zipper slowly, when my pants moved down enough my penis snapped up and I moaned too.
"What! What are you doing?!" She came back to reality for a minute. "You... you can't. Aw who cares." She reaches forward and pulled my jeans to the floor. She knelt down in front of me and looked up at my cock in my briefs from underneath it, her mouth in an agape smile. Then she peered beyond it into my eyes. "I know you'll like this, you just have to keep it between us, do you understand?"
"Y-yes! Yes!"
She kissed the underside of my cock, then pulled my briefs down. My cock was larger than I'd ever seen it before, it was dripping with both post and precum. I looked down at my deep red cock and beyond it to Ms. Tuff's beautiful mounds of cleavage. She kissed it again, then grabbed my base. It was the most electric, the most tantric glorious feeling. She licked it from the middle to the head, tasting my juices. She put her other hand on my hip and opened her mouth. Then she pulled me in. Her mouth was warm, and wet. She grazed over it, moving back and forth slowly. Then she sucked hard. The vacuum she created was powerful, I felt her tongue run up and down my bulging veins, around my head, flicking underneath my head. She was incredible, a natural and mesmeric talent. She pulled it back out of her mouth, sopping wet.
She pulled her hands off me and went for herself. She plunged two fingers into her pussy, then back out and to her lips as she stared at me. She cocked her head and looked into my eyes as she dipped her juice covered fingers into her mouth- slowly, then pulled them back out. She then pulled her blouse off, I hoped I'd never forget the look of her breasts falling out. D's, they must be D's. She stooped down again and brought her cleavage to my cock. She smushed them over my cock, mashing and twisting them and my dick. Then she put my hard penis under the band of her bra, back between those lovely gorges. I groaned, I thought when I was to come it may kill me, it may actually kill me. She started pumping her breasts, her hands holding her bra just above the cup. She began with pumping the full length of my cock, then focused on the lower half of it, slamming her breasts against my hips. Her rhythm was amazing, going slowly, then speeding up and then slowing again; it was like the movements of the ocean. Looking down she was eyeing at my cock like she was a snake charmer, trying to coax my cum out, but gracefully, in the right time as with a performance. She was so focused. She was a professional, a goddess. A gift to men- to myself.
When my precum would start to bead, she would lick at my head as she continued to pump me When I got close to the edge of orgasm she would slow again, tantalizing me and holding me at the edge. Then suddenly she stopped. "Lay down" she told me. I did.
"I know you haven't had much practice at this, just do your best." My best at what? I wondered. Then she lowered her drenched thong to my face as she took my penis back into her hands. In a sixty-nine position I pulled her thong to the side and looked into her world. It was amazing to behold in person, this other halve to what I had resting between my legs my entire life. I ran my finger along her outer lips as she pumped again, slowly. The smell was a clean smell; like a kind of lotion, and somehow earthy as well. I slowly put my finger inside of her, then moved it around exploring the inner contents. I found a softer wall along her front and as I touched it she started rubbing my dick at a quicker though still moderate pace. I stayed on the wall and rubbed along it, back and forth, up and down. She started moaning. I pulled out and dove back in with a second finger to the same spot. It was so tight, so unbelievably warm and wet. She pumped faster, so I stroked her faster as well. She clamped down on my fingers, increasing the pressure. I imagined what that would feel like on my cock. I started going faster and faster. She was quick, but she would still slow down as if she was imitating the fazes of the moon or some other cosmic occurrence then quicken again faster. It was as if she knew how to keep me from orgasm.
Now knowing what I was looking for I pulled my fingers out again and licked my lips, then plunged my tongue in as far as I could. Ms. Tiff moaned loudly and leaned back so my tongue could reach farther for a moment, then I felt her hand go to her outer vagina and start flicking wildly.
"Yes! Yes! Just like that! Don't stop, don't you dare stop." I went faster and faster, grabbing her ass with one hand and my dick with the other. I was pumping wildly. "No!" She slapped my hand, and indecently my cock. I pulled my hand away.
"That's mine."
She lowered back down and took me into her mouth. She grabbed my balls with her free hand, gently pulling them away as she brought me deeper and deeper into her mouth. I heard her rhythmically gagging. I must be in her throat! It was tighter than her mouth. She rubbed my balls as she brought by dick in and out, in and out. I was so close! I took my hand and put a finger into her pussy along with my tongue. I worked them in tandem, then alternating them in and out of her pussy, pressing hard along that soft wall. She moaned on my cock, the vibration from her throat with the sound made me shiver in delight! I went faster and faster. She did as well. She started grinding herself against my face, her labia rubbing against my lips. I started jutting my hips forward, reaching deeper and deeper into her throat. Suddenly she brought it out of her mouth and started pumping it with her hand furiously. "Do it! Do it!" She yelled, her voice was vastly different. She sounded desperate, begging. "Cum! I want it! I need it now, I need that hot cum! I need it on my face! I need it in my mouth!"
She plunged back down and bobbed so fast it seemed impossible. She held her tongue against my base as she went back and forth, back and forth. Her lips ground faster against mine as my tongue started moving left and right wildly as far as I could reach it in, while two fingers rubbed that silky soft wall as quickly as I could. Suddenly I couldn't hold it any more, I moaned with tears in my eyes as I came. It felt like eternity as it shot, and continued shooting. As she pulled out my dick her lips made a loud pop sound while she continued pumping out my load. Suddenly her pussy filled with liquid! Then it started gushing warmly onto my face. It flowed continually just as I did. "Yes! Oh god, oh god yes. Oh fuck! Oh Fuck!"
We stayed there until our juices stopped flowing, slowly stopping our work on each other. I felt like I could sleep so easily. Then after a moment she stood up. Sitting up I looked at her face again. Her makeup was running terribly, her face and chest was covered with my spunk. She looked at me and laughed. "Sorry about that" she said, "I'm a squirter." She walked over and grabbed the Kleenex off the desk, then handed me a few. I wiped off my dick and put my pants back on, then wiped the liquid from my face. She licked at her own face, wiped down her breasts and whatever else her tongue couldn't reach, then her makeup. She redressed herself.
"Now, obviously, you can never speak of this to anyone. If you do, I'll just deny it, and you'll look like a liar."
"I won't" I told her "I won't tell anyone. No one would believe me anyway."
She came close and kissed me. I didn't know how I felt about her mouth touching mine at first after all she had done to me with it, but then decided I didn't mind it at all. The bell rang again, the end of lunch. "I better go" I said simply, grabbing my bag.
"I better go home sick" she told me, then we laughed. Smiling back at me as we left the class room, she told me "I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Roderick."
